The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 156:Wiped Away Out Of Sight

Handel turned around and his blood froze.

Right behind him, the Bony Dragon loomed tall, its skeletal frame crackling with frost. Its massive skull head opened wide, and from within, a chilling bluish light pulsed and grew brighter.

Cold mist swirled around it. Snowflakes melted and reformed mid-air. Ice crystals shattered beneath its claws. The ground trembled as it shifted its weight.

Kael, still slumped lazily on Lyria’s back, clapped slowly mocking, calm.

"Now tell me, Handel..." he grinned, eyes gleaming with lunacy, "Can you survive that?"

Handel barely got a breath. "No... wait—!"

KRAAA-KOOOOOM!!

The dragon fired.

A devastating blast of raw ice burst out of its jaws like a tidal wave. The beam cracked through the air, tearing apart rocks and flattening everything in its path.

Handel screamed.

"NOOO! NOOOO! PLEASE, HAVE MERCY! STOP!"

But the cold didn’t listen.

The blast hit him dead-on.

In seconds, his body turned blue. His feet froze to the ground. Ice raced up his legs, past his waist, chest, arms—his mouth still open in a final, terrified scream.

Then—

CRRRRACK!!

BOOOOM!!

He shattered into pieces.

Chunks of frozen flesh flew through the air, hitting nearby rocks with wet smacks. His sword clattered down, coated in frost.

Silence dawned for a moment.

Even Lyria, always emotionless, blinked. Her cold eyes shifted toward Kael.

Kael just smiled like a maniac and shrugged.

"The dragon seems to have taken mercy on us," he whispered, like it was a joke only he understood.

Before Lyria could respond, chaos erupted.

FWHOOM!!

THRUMMMM!

Explosions echoed from all sides as the Serpent Fang group arrived. Mages, warriors, and archers circled the field, moving like a trained pack.

They shouted orders. Fired black magic spells. Glowing arrows whizzed through the air.

"Burn it down!"

"Don’t let it finish whatever it’s doing!"

"Go for the joints!"

Curses exploded against the Bony Dragon’s ribs. Fire and acid blasted through its wings. Spears of dark energy struck its chest—but the dragon didn’t even flinch.

It stood firm in front of Kael and Lyria,protecting them from harm and roared.

Its roar thundered across the icy plains, splitting the clouds above.

Then—clink!—a glowing object dropped from its ribcage and hit the ground. A circular relic, spinning with energy.

Kael caught it with one hand, looking strangely pleased.

"Caught it, Carol," he said into the device. "Now get us out of this shit. It’s getting crazier by the second."

Bishop Polly screamed from a distance, eyes wide with fear.

"WHAT IS IT DOING!? STOP IT! ATTACK! ATTACK NOW!"

More dark spells flew through the sky. Flaming black blades. Blood-red lightning. Smoke clouds that reeked of death.

But the Bony Dragon ignored them.

It raised its head and let out one final roar that sent shockwaves in all directions. Some soldiers were blasted off their feet. Others covered their ears, blood leaking from their noses.

Then, the ground lit up.

A giant magic circle blazed beneath its feet. Ancient symbols glowed. The light spread fast, covering the snow, the stones, the shattered crystals.

VRMMMMMMMMM!!!

The air hummed like thunder trapped in a jar.

Kael reached out, grabbing Lyria’s hand tight.

"Don’t let me go," he warned. "If you do, we might land inside some giant’s armpit or something worse."

"What?" she muttered, unfazed.

"Just hold tight!"

The light became blinding. Serpent Fang soldiers were thrown back. Some screamed. Others scrambled away as the air split open.

Then—

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

The Ice Mines exploded.

Crystals shattered in a chain reaction, detonating with earsplitting booms. The entire landscape cracked. Mountains in the distance shook. Flames and frost danced together in the wind.

And then, the Bony Dragon, Kael, and Lyria were gone along with everyone else.

Just smoke and glowing ashes left behind.

And a terrified army still trying to figure out what the hell was happening when a blinding flash erupted again.

BOOOOOOM!!!

The entire ice mine erupted.

Not a small blast—but a world-shattering one.

A massive explosion tore through the frozen land, ripping apart the ground from deep below. Blinding blue light shot out from the cracks, followed by a thunderous wave of energy that spread in every direction.

The sound was deafening—like the sky itself was screaming.

Chunks of ice the size of boulders were flung hundreds of meters into the air. The ground split open like cracked glass. Entire towers of frozen stone shattered. The mines collapsed one by one, sending shockwaves under the snow.

Frost clouds and crystal dust surged up, swallowing everything in a swirling blizzard.

Winds howled. Magic twisted in the air. The sky turned a deep, swirling blue as if nature was breaking apart.

Robert, riding across the frozen plains on his beast mount, stopped dead in his tracks.

His eyes widened as he saw a massive pillar of ice erupt from the earth.

FWOOOOOSH!!

It shot up into the sky like a spear, glowing with unnatural light, piercing the clouds above. It towered so high that even the sunlight dimmed around it.

The winds changed.

From the peak of the ice pillar, a storm burst out—snow, hail, and freezing mist spinning like a vortex, covering the land. A blizzard, unlike anything Robert had seen before, spread across the battlefield.

His beast shrieked, trying to pull away, but he forced it forward.

He waited taking shelter for the storm to calm down and restore the visibility.

The storm raged for a few minutes, then slowly began to die down.The snow stopped falling. The winds grew quiet. The sky cleared.

Robert approached the blast zone cautiously, his boots crunching over shards of glimmering blue crystal and melted ice.

What he saw made him stop.

The land where the Ice Mine once stood was completely changed.

It was no longer a mine, it was a crater—a frozen bowl with sharp ridges of ice circling it like scars.

In the center stood the remains of the dragon. Or what was left of it.

A twisted pile of cracked bones, still glowing faintly with icy magic. Its wings had shattered, spread like broken glass across the field. Its skull, half buried in snow, stared up with empty sockets, a silent scream forever frozen on its jaw.

Near the edge of the crater lay charred remains of Serpent Fang warriors—frozen mid-run, mid-scream. Some had their weapons raised, others were caught by surprise, their faces locked in terror as they died leaving charred burnt faces of flesh and hollow skeletons while some had portions wiped away.

And at the center, a strange burned symbol shimmered in the ice. A big rune of magic used which was still humming with mana.

Robert stepped closer, feeling the bitter chill cut through his armor.

"...They’re gone," he muttered.

There was no trace of Kael.

Only destruction, silence... and the endless cold.

The wind whispered again like quite a warning of the headache that might hit him after this.

"Sigh!"